This play, only twenty minutes long, is outstanding. A man alone in a room is tormented by a woman who is never seen. Is she a ghost, or his own tormented memory? As in 'Krapp's Last Tape' we see a man beset by a voice from his own past (his own voice in 'Tape' his lover's voice in 'Eh, Joe'.)
Joe is Jack MacGowran, a superb actor with a hangdog expression that perfectly suits Beckett's tragi-comic vision of the world. The young woman's part is spoken by Sian Phillips, and a fine, dry, haunting job she does of it. Like Pinter, Beckett pares language down to its essentials. If you can find it, see it.
Joe is Jack MacGowran, a superb actor with a hangdog expression that perfectly suits Beckett's tragi-comic vision of the world. The young woman's part is spoken by Sian Phillips, and a fine, dry, haunting job she does of it. Like Pinter, Beckett pares language down to its essentials. If you can find it, see it.
